I ain’t as good as I once was

Aw fuck. That’s the only thing you can think as you barge through the door into the private lounge. The lighting is an off purple. The scent you’ve come to associate with ‘strip club’ is even thicker here. ‘Pandora’ is down to her bra and thong and looks like she was just interrupted in the middle of a lap dance by the odious Neanderthal who’s currently holding her wrist and trying desperately to steal second base. You don’t think. You just act.

Your hand grips his ponytail and pulls down hard as the rest of you launches into the air bringing your knee into a violent collision with the bridge of his nose. The sickening crunch of breaking cartilage and shattering cheekbones is muted by the strains of KISS’s Domino, but you can feel it through your kneecap. The thug collapses into a boneless pile on the floor, his grip slipping from the girl’s wrist. She looks like she’s in shock as witnessing sudden unexpected **** will do to people. You yourself, while no stranger to ****, are struggling to keep from vomiting. A dark part of you wants to follow this up with a couple of kicks to the guy’s esophagus to ensure that this will never happen again.

You beat down your lizard brain enough to actually respond to the stimuli at hand and realize that you should probably say something to the traumatized mostly naked woman currently staring at you over the prone biker on the floor.

“You ok?”

Excellent elocution genius. She however doesn’t seem to notice your complete lack of suave mannerism and immediately glomps onto you whispering “Thank you! Thank you!” Over and over again. You slide a protective arm around her waist and can feel her trembling. Yep. She’s in shock. The only thing missing is... no, there go the waterworks. You feel an undeniable surge of protective instinct toward the beautiful woman who’s ugly crying on your shoulder, and do your best to think of dead rats and naked nuns in an effort to stifle the erection that’s rising in your groin. Sadly ‘naked nuns’ makes you think about Beth giving you head in the car and your boner springs to life.

She clings to you for a few more seconds before Kitten shows up at the door. “This bum giving you trouble ‘Dora?”

She seems to have regained some of her composure now and lets go of you. Your better judgement overrules your libido and you also disengage, much to the disappointment of the meat gun in your pants. “Everything here would be just fine if it weren’t for the bad decor” -she gestures toward the puddle of biker- “on the carpet. Someone,” she pats your shoulder affectionately, “already did your job.”

Kitten scowls at the implied insult, but looks at you with a genuinely appreciative grin and says, “Thanks man.” He then proceeds to remove the detritus from the floor leaving you once more alone with this stunning woman.

“So... thank you. I don’t even know your name but you saved me from that asshole.” Her makeup is streaked, raccoon eyes that match Beth’s in shape but are an icy blue in color (contacts. Probably.) gaze at you in anticipation of... something.

“Jimmy.” Your knee hurts like a bitch now that the adrenaline is flushing itself from your system. Did that guy have a steel plate in his face? “It’s no big deal.”

“But it is. You deserve something for your trouble. Sit down.”

It’s a relief to take the weight off your knee as you plop down into the disreputable looking couch. She begins to move toward you sinuously like a snake stalking its target. “I still have another two songs on that meathead’s tab. Want ‘em?” She grins mischievously and works her way up to stand between your spread legs.

You just nod, unable to think as she sways in front of you, caressing herself. That earlier erection is still going strong and it’s getting harder and harder to think with the head on top of your neck. She turns and, crouching a little, grinds that beautiful ass on your crotch. If she wasn’t aware of your boner before, she sure is now.

The lap dance continues, her moving sensuously against you, thrusting her ass or tits into various locations on your body for the full three minutes of Closer by NIN. As the song comes to a close she sinks down to her knees between your legs, “Kitten would... well, have kittens if he knew I was doing this, but what the fuck, right?” She reaches out and undoes your belt then unzips you’re pants. “I’ve teased you enough. Time for your reward.”

In your peripheral vision you see the numbers flashing updates at you:

22:45 12/5/19 - Christine, +20 Lust (Fear conversion)

22:45 12/5/19 - Christine, +10 Affection (My hero!)

22:45 12/5/19 - Christine, +5 Lust (Wow, you have strong arms)

22:48 12/5/19 - Christine, +10 Affection (Modesty too!)

22:49 12/5/19 - Christine, +10 Lust (Is that for me?)

22:51 12/5/19 - Christine, +10 Lust (Lets just see what we have here...)

She reaches into your pants and pulls out your fully erect cock.

22:51 12/5/19 - Christine, +20 Lust (Oh my god that’s huge)